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Oct 2014
A life non-linear with time
Head in hands
An avalanche of thoughts cascades over me
Cast adrift into no man's land
A wedge between reality and I

The fluidity of these words
Tumbling out of my mouth
Echoing
Forming a stain
A pattern in my psyche

Maybe one day
I will write of sorrow no more
When it seizes to exist
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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